Satish Verma

Trampling the borders, he started 
losing his vibrations. 
He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness 
for his bandaged ego. 
The new incarnation. 

For the broken homes 
he refused to admit his side of guilt 
and jumped into the frozen lake 
for nursing his hot blood. 
The faithless star. 

The world did not exist 
in total freedom. 
Let him sleep, sulking away, 
under the sea of wounds 
unlistening to the wailing winds. 

Not for the seeds 
not for the flowers, 
the crowds were assembling for the essence 
of the drifting truth. 
Nobody knew the red hot destiny.